[ Sounds good to Jim. Sadly, that doesn't seem to be happening for either of them any time soon. He isn't one to let the world (read: universe) drag him down if he can help it, but the hits just haven't stopped in the past couple of years for both himself and his crew. He's getting close to the brunt of what he can put up with, generally speaking.
But fine. Fine.
Anways, there are cookies here. That brightens his mood a little. But apparently this universe has a real asshole sense of humor too, and in the best way. He clocks the steps before he turns, and the voice has him whirling around. He sees the disapproval, knows why it is there, and jabs a finger in his direction. ]
You know that post-Sleeping Beauty questionnaire you gave me? I feel all those things when you deprive me of dessert. After what just happened, I'm going to have a snack.
[ In the scheme of things, it wasn't too long ago that he saw Bones. He saw him that morning in the mess hall of the Enterprise, snuck back to his table with Spock, and got lucky that his First Officer slipped him a couple of extra pieces of bacon. He doesn't do it all the time, he swears. Just when Bones is being particularly calorie-county.
But there's something in his eyes, a flicker that doesn't quite flare into life. One that Jim is familiar with only because once he started growing in earnest, sometime after visiting his aunt on a colony, his ma would stop and see his dad for a moment instead of him. That almost faraway look of seeing someone not seen in a while. It's the same almost flare up that he sees there, but he tries to cover even noticing it with a grin that denotes he definitely isn't listening to his Chief Medical Officer and best friend. ]
So, you're just gonna have to deal with that.
[ Cause he says so. He may not be the captain of this ship, but he still outranks you back home. That totally counts. And yes, his wrist is very red from where he's been itching at the spot they jabbed him. It's itchy, leave him alone. ]
bones is an animal. a dessert stealing monster from planet whateverthehell
But fine. Fine.
Anways, there are cookies here. That brightens his mood a little. But apparently this universe has a real asshole sense of humor too, and in the best way. He clocks the steps before he turns, and the voice has him whirling around. He sees the disapproval, knows why it is there, and jabs a finger in his direction. ]
You know that post-Sleeping Beauty questionnaire you gave me? I feel all those things when you deprive me of dessert. After what just happened, I'm going to have a snack.
[ In the scheme of things, it wasn't too long ago that he saw Bones. He saw him that morning in the mess hall of the Enterprise, snuck back to his table with Spock, and got lucky that his First Officer slipped him a couple of extra pieces of bacon. He doesn't do it all the time, he swears. Just when Bones is being particularly calorie-county.
But there's something in his eyes, a flicker that doesn't quite flare into life. One that Jim is familiar with only because once he started growing in earnest, sometime after visiting his aunt on a colony, his ma would stop and see his dad for a moment instead of him. That almost faraway look of seeing someone not seen in a while. It's the same almost flare up that he sees there, but he tries to cover even noticing it with a grin that denotes he definitely isn't listening to his Chief Medical Officer and best friend. ]
So, you're just gonna have to deal with that.
[ Cause he says so. He may not be the captain of this ship, but he still outranks you back home. That totally counts. And yes, his wrist is very red from where he's been itching at the spot they jabbed him. It's itchy, leave him alone. ]